I rubbed my eyes and tried to open them. Last night, I slept too late. Suddenly the memories of last night flashed on my mind and my cheeks became red.

Last night I made a clown of myself and I wasn't ready to face him yet.

Well Zaynah, Get up! Or you'll miss your fajr salaah!

I looked at Zara, she got her period last night so she wasn't gonna wake up obviously. I carried my little body to the washroom and did an ablution. After making duaa, I closed my eyes, the soft breeze from the balcony was touching my skin. I stood up from the prayer rug and kept it aside. My feet automatically moved outside.

I was reciting my favorite surah but stopped when a beautiful musical voice rang in my ears. Wait it was Surah Ambiyaa... I was just curious to know who was listening to it this time. I followed the voice and my eyeballs grew large when I found myself standing at the door of Wajahat's room.

I was just confused, I didn't realize that someone was watching me with raised eyebrows.

"Ahem, ahem" the person standing there cleared his throat that broke me out of the trance. I looked at him, WAJAHAT... He was wearing a black kurta with a cap and he was giving me confused weird looks.

Dear Zaynah, if there is a little self-respect in you, then go and die. You got yourself insulted a lot in front of him.

"Naah, nothing...I just followed the voice of Surah and...umm why are you still up?" I plastered a fake smile on my face and tried to change the topic.

" Do I look like I'm going to sleep?" He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Nevermind, umm noice...I mean.. nice voice... which scholar?" I swallowed my saliva and tried to make myself normal.

" Scholar?? Which voice??" He twitched his eyebrows together.

"Umm, I followed the voice reciting Surah Ambiyaa....umm...I don't know..." My cheeks and ears were getting red and hot from the nervousness.

"Well, it was me who reciting this, and thanks for the compliment," he smirked at me.

" You... Seriously? I mean I don't believe you"

"Lol, why?"

" Umm, I mean... You don't look like this," I spat out.

" So how do I look? " His smirk widened.

"Umm, I don't know," I didn't know what to say at this time.

" See if you're judging me then let me tell you that...."

" Hey hey I'm not judging you, it's just I was saying that you have a beautiful voice," I cut him off and spat out. I still remembered how he reacted the last time.

"Well, thank you!" He gave me a weird look and moved his steps downstairs and I let out a deep breath which I was holding for God knows how long.

******

"Zaynah dear, try this omelet, you're not eating anything honey," Mrs. Mariya passed me a tray of omelets. I nodded sheepishly, Zaynah nudged me with her elbows and a smile was tugging on her lips.

I lifted my head to see Wajahat was also smiling, he looked at me and his smile grew wider. Well, what could I expect more??

"Mom, last night I kept my choco pie in the fridge. I can't find it in the fridge," he glanced at me and asked his mom.

Bitch...

"Check it again Wajahat, there's no jinn in the house who will eat it at midnight,"

" You never know mom, Sometimes jinn is sitting with us, laughing with us, and even eating our food, and we can't see them, and who knows jinn is listening to our conversation or probably eating with us," he said with amusement in his voice. Only I knew he was talking about me... Me, jinn?? My face became red like a tomato and my heart started beating from anxiety.

"What rubbish Wajahat, focus on your breakfast, Husna can make another choco pie," Mrs. Mariya scolded him like some strict mom.

"Yeah it's just I was saying be careful guys, and take care of your food, I guess our jinn is a foodie as the bottle of cold drinks and biryani...."

" Can you please stop Wajahat? you're behaving weirdly. When did you start noticing the food in the kitchen?" Mrs. Mariya sent him a glare and he shrugged his shoulders.

Thank God he didn't speak another sentence during the breakfast or I'll end up crying in front of everyone.

After breakfast, we took our project to the lawn and started working.

"Only if Wajahat knew the jinn was YOU" Zara laughed.

" He knows, he was doing it purposely," I said in an annoyed tone.

" Wait... What...Lmaoooo...this is...lemme laugh," she clutched her stomach and started laughing hysterically.

" Stop it Zara or I'll cry" I rolled my eyes.

" Okayy sorry, but..." She burst into laughter again.

****

" Hey Miss Zaynah, you wanna play with us?" We were resting on the soft green grass when Hammad and Hamza showed themselves with rackets in their hand.

" What are you guys playing?" I asked them with curiosity.

" Badminton..."

" I'm not playing," Zara yawned.

"We aren't even asking you, you're the worst player," Hamza replied curtly.

"Y'all are cheaters," She huffed in annoyance.

"And you're a loser" Hammad added.

"Okay so me and Miss Zaynah are partners," Hammad looked at me and passed a shy smile at me.

" And who's the partner of Hamza?" I furrowed my brows.

"Wajahat Bhai, and we are definitely gonna win," Hamza smirked at us. He was so much like his brother Wajahat. His smirk, smile, and eyes... The most beautiful pair of eyes...

Come back to reality princess Zaynah!

"I'm just tired so I don't think I'll play," there was no way I'll play with him.

" Please Miss Zaynah...please," Hammad batted his eyelashes cutely.

" Okay," I squeezed his cheeks.

"Yayy" both boys shouted in unison and I followed them.

"I'm gonna sleep guys," Zara walked inside, and to be honest I wanted to go along with her but I didn't wanna disappoint the boys.

Wajahat was standing there leaning on a pillar with his mobile phone. As he saw us he kept his phone on the bench and smiled at us.

"So you guys ready?"

"Yeah," the boys said in a unison and I just wanted to run from that place.

"Okay so the loser team has to do a dare, are you ready guys,?" He asked again.

"I have a special dare for Miss Zaynah," Hamza smiled mischievously.

" Only if we will lose," Hammad cut him off.

" Like you are gonna win lol,"

"This time I've Miss Zaynah as my partner, not Zara Appi... she is a good player," Hammad snapped him back.

I remembered once when he asked me which is my favorite game and I didn't know what to answer so I just said "badminton" only if he knew I never played badminton in my life. So I was ready to insult myself again.

Great Zaynah!

The game started and I realized Hammad was a good player but Hamza and Wajahat were better than him. Hammad missed a shot and expected me to help him but I was standing there like a moron. In my whole life, I never got a chance to play, I used to watch sports in school but it wasn't enough.

Hammad sighed and looked at me with disappointment. I felt bad for him. I should have told him.

And our team was losing points as I didn't even try to play.

"You okay? Miss Zaynah" Hammad asked me and I nodded slowly.

" Yayyy" Hamza hugged Wajahat as we lost with really bad points.

"Why didn't you play Miss Zaynah? I mean you love badminton, Aren't you?" Hammad asked me softly...I expected him to be mad but he was calm.

"I don't know how to play," I bit my lips and guilt was clearly visible on my face.

"You should have just told me," he sighed.

"I tried but you were too excited for the game...I didn't wanna disappoint you but look what you lost cuz of me" my voice became deep as I was on the verge of crying.

"Hey it's okay, At least I got the privilege to play with you," he gave me a sweet smile and I smiled again. I love him, Mann...

"Even Zara Appi is a lot better than you Miss Zaynah, you didn't even move from your place," Hamza said in a mischievous tone, Wajahat had already left.

"Shut up" Hammad rolled his eyes.

"I told you, little boy, you're gonna lose," Hamza let out a loud chuckle.

" Well Wajahat Bhai has some errands to do so he has gone and I'm gonna give you both a dare, Are you ready Miss Zaynah? " He asked me with a wide smirk and I nodded reluctantly.